The last time I went to San Francisco I asked Tchukon Hunter, manager/co-owner of Mr. S Leather, “What’s with the gays?”
In particular, I was referring to the complex series of colored handkerchiefs they wore in their back pockets to signal their preferences to others of their kind, in much the same way I will put on my right or left directional to indicate which way I want to go on the 118.
In the case of the gays, substitute “118″ for “the ass”.
Read more after the gap.
I apologize for sounding anthropological (and some consider a lack of comprehensive knowledge of hanky codes homophobic), but I was unaware of all the permutations.
Hunter handed me the following helpful guide:
And don’t try to interpret the “Born in the U.S.A.” cover.
Previously: Counting floggers on the wall
See also: Mr. S Leather
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I’ll never be able to look at a hanky the same again. Coincidentally, after frequenting my local Target this evening, I returned to my car to find a dark green hanky on the ground next to the passenger side.